Belt Loops of Love
Chapter 5: The Fates
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Robin's POV
I let out a gasp; I was not expecting that at all. I clamped my hands over my eyes, "Oh please, cover his junk!" I said to the three women gathered around my naked brother, who was tied down to the bed in an X shape.
"You the hell are you?" One woman screeched.
"I'm traumatized." I replied sickly.
"Robin help me!" Jacob muffledly pleaded.
"You're not one of his girlfriends, are you?" Another asked.
"I'm his sister." I replied, my hands still covered my eyes, "Have you covered his junk yet?"
I heard fabric move, "He's covered." I took my hand away from my eyes; sitting around my brother was three women. All very attractive women, I knew instantly that my brother fucked with the wrong women, literally. I couldn't blame them for getting back at him with a little humiliation as revenge, as long as they didn't hurt him.
Jacob didn't look at all hurt just scared and very humiliated. I couldn't hold back the laughter once I was him. Jacob was covered in three different colors of feathers; purple, red, and pink. He looked like he was jizzed on by a pixie; glitter was all over him and the bed. Insults were written in lipstick and marker on his chest, face, arms, and legs. Man whore, slut, pervert, bastard, jerk, etc….
"Wow, you really showed him." I laughed aloud, "What did he do you to?"
One answered, "He was dating all of us at the same time. The jerk didn't know we were all friends."
I nodded, "Well it's good that you are still friends and rallied together to teach him a lesson. Hopefully he's learned it."
"Robin!" Jacob looked at me shocked and offended.
"What? You deserved this! Maybe now you'll stop being a two-timing Jerkface Mcman-slut." I frowned at him.
"Oh that was good; we should have put it on him." One smiled, "But we've gotten our revenge." The all took a picture then headed out the door, but not before me all giving them a high-five. They handed me the keys to his cuffs before leaving. Maybe I could torture him a little bit more.
I took a picture of him much to his dismay. Just in case he decided to get my phone and delete it, I sent it to both my yahoo account and Gmail. I wanted this for years to come. I reached over and pulled out the gag, which was a pair of panties. I flung them across the room.
"I can't believe you took their side." He glared at me.
"Well you're a cheater and you deserved it." I smiled sweetly, "By the way, they told me that they didn't have any keys to the handcuffs."
Jacob's face went white as a white, "But don't worry, I called Daryl and he said he'd be happy to get you free."
Now he got paler, if that was possible, "Please Robin, don't…"
"Well you want to get free don't you?" Oh, God, I was loving this. I'm so cruel.
"Please Robin…" His voice took on a panicky tone. I wanted to laugh so bad right now. I doubt I could hold it in much longer. The face he was making just killed me. I broke down laughing so hard it hurt my side.
"This isn't a laughing matter, Robin!" Jacob growled.
I hiccuped from laughter, "Yes, Jacob, yes it is!" I stood up and controlled my laughter…barely.
I held up the keys and jiggled them, "I won't have to call Daryl."
Oh if looks could kill, I'd be dead in the ground ten times over. Jacob looked downright murderous. It's hard to be afraid and worried when the man had slut and a pair of cartoon balls on his forehead.
"Get me out of these fucking things right now so I can kill you!" He snarled.
"If you're going to act that way, I'll just leave you here." I smirked evilly, "Don't worry I'd leave a phone in reaching distance so you could call the cops." Take that for comparing me to my mom.
"Stop being a bitch, Robin." Jacob trashed around on the bed.
"Stop being a Captain Dickhead." I retorted uncuffing his feet. I went up and uncuffed his hands. Jacob jerked up into sitting position and grabbed a pair of his boxers sliding them on. Good, I didn't want to see his junk again.
"You know what after that stunt; you can get your shit and leave." Jacob snapped.
"Stunt? I played a little prank because you've been a dick to me."
"A dick? I don't know why I did to deserve this? I took you in after Jeff kicked you out. I've been helping you out and you pull this shit!?"
"I didn't pour glitter and feathers all over you. I didn't write insults all over you! This was because you are an asshole. All I did was play a little prank. Maybe if you hadn't been so mean to me because I liked a guy." I yelled. The humor because of the situation was gone.
"This is because you liked a guy. You are just like our mom; you're willing to push me away just because I don't like him!" Jacob yelled.
I was so mad, I wanted to hit him, "I would never push you away, Jeff wanted me to stop talking to you, but I never did. And by the way, how's that glass house holding up?"
"Excuse me?"
"You're excusing me of being like our mom, but you're just like your dad. You can't stay with one girl, you run away at the first sign of commitment. You're just like him." I yelled in his face, "I've never avoided you or ignored you when I dated Jeff, just like she would. My world doesn't revolve around any man. I would never ignore a child and let him get killed because I'm too busy flirting with my boyfriend, just like she would."
I was on a roll with my rant; tears were rolling down my face as I screamed at my brother, "You are just like them both. Always willing to play the victim and running away from feeling for a person. You ran away when I needed you must, just like you always do."
Jacob was too stunned to say anything back, he stood there opening and closing his mouth, but no words came out. I rushed off from him. I gathered most of my things, I couldn't grab everything or I wouldn't be able to make it back to work. I would just have to wait until later or when I had my own place. I didn't know where I was going to stay now, but I'd think of something.
I was crying while driving, getting angry always made me emotional. It was pathetic, I know. I'm just glad I didn't start sobbing uncontrollably while yelling Jacob's head off. It started to rain as I drove, but I didn't even notice. The worst part of my day happened; when my car started to stall while driving until eventually I had to pull over.
Over and over I tried to start my car again but nothing. I smacked the steering wheel repeatedly. I grabbed it and had a jerking fit while screaming, "FUCK MY LIFE!"
In the midst of screaming and weird jerking, that could be mistaken as a seizure; I got the crap frightened out of me when someone knocked on my window. I let out a very girly squeal and turned to see a soaked Daryl standing right outside my window.
I could hear him through the window and over the storm, "Why the hell you doing, girl?"
Daryl's POV
Damn that girl and her stupid ability to always get on my mind. She always finds a way to be on my mind since the day I first saw her that day on the elevator. Something about her was familiar, but I didn't know why or how. She didn't look like someone Merle slept with, though he'd fuck anything with a skirt. I knew one thing for sure, as soon as I saw her, I knew she was fine as hell. I didn't like how that I thought that right after seeing her.
I snuck glances at her while he waited for the bitch at the desk to tell me where Merle was. She was shorter than me with nice handful sized boobs and an ass that I wouldn't mind getting a hold of. She had dark brown eyes, and the weird thing was-she had purple hair…and I liked it. Well, it was dark; it looked black until the light shone through it, but it suited her.
I felt awkward when we got in the elevator together, I wanted to make some conversation with her, but I didn't know what on earth to say to her. I wasn't good at talking, listening I didn't mind. When the elevator jerked to a stop, she fell on me. I pushed her away, because I felt weird that I liked her being so close. She was a big chicken and I talked to her. It felt nice to be useful and needed.
I thought about her the few weeks after. I wished I wasn't such a pussy and got her number, but then again she might have just laughed in my face and told me to get lost. I didn't want to take that chance.
I wasn't expecting to see her again in the diner. I didn't like how excited I felt when I saw her; I didn't like people that fast. Hell, I didn't even like people. I kept them away so they wouldn't stab me in the back. I don't think I could take it if she betrayed me.
I was a dick to her on purpose. I didn't want her getting too close. I wasn't expecting half-scratch that-I wasn't expecting anything that came out of her mouth. That girl really was weird but I kind of liked it. I always wanted to know what she would say next, but after our weird fight in the diner, I doubt she would say another word to me.
Then I saw her at the grocery store, I was expecting her to ignore me but she talked to me anyway; her face was red the whole time. I offered to fix her damn windshield wipers for free. I made a deal with her to clean up the place in exchange, but I felt her just being around with her happy, weird energy was payment enough. I struck gold when she offered to pay us both food and ate with me. All we talked about was food, but it was nice and I didn't feel awkward talking about it.
I took a picture from her car. It was a little picture of her and a little boy smiling like they were having a good time. I could feel myself smiling every time I looked at the picture. I still didn't know why I took it and I felt guilty about it, but I still didn't do anything about it.
The next week, she hardly spoke to me. Just smiled. I wondered what I did or worse what she heard about me. Someone could have told her about my family and she decided she didn't want to have anything to deal with me anymore. There had to hope though, she didn't look at me like I was scum, she still gave me a warm-slightly awkward-smile.
I was thinking about her on the way to work. Maybe I would see her today, maybe not. I told myself I was going to talk to her today and ask her what the hell her problem was. Why was she avoiding me? Maybe see another way we could spend time with her again. I didn't know how. Huh maybe I could snap something off her car and charge her with cleaning again, but I'd have to find something for her to clean. The break room was still clean, I threatened the guys not to destroy it again and my office was still in good condition, not that it ever gets messy. I like my shit to be clean, even if I don't look it.
Driving down the road in the rain, I see a car pulled off to the side and strangely it's moving back and forth. The closer I got the more I recognized it, it was her car. What the hell was she doing? I pulled off behind her and got out not minding the rain. She was in the car yelling at the top of her lungs while she was jerking around in her seat. I knocked on her window making her scream in surprise, I held in my laugh hearing her squeal like that.
"What the hell you doing, girl?" I asked.
She stared at me for a moment in shock her mouth gaping like a fish out of water until, "My life sucks." She pouted, "I think the universe is trying to tell me that it hates me."
"Don't take it personally; the universe is just a bitch." I mumbled. You ain't the only one with an unlucky life. I thought bitterly.
"What happened to your car?" I asked.
"I don't know. It just started stalling and I've had problems starting it lately." She frowned.
I shook my head while rolling my eyes, "I can hook it up to my car and I'll take it over to the shop. Go on and hop into my truck." I jutted my thumb to my truck. We both got in. I pulled my truck to the front of hers and using a chain hooked her car up, and then pulled off the side of the road.
I heard her sniffle and shiver a bit. She wiped out her face, it looked really red. She must have been crying. Who would make her cry? Thinking about some bastard making her cry pissed me off; I wanted to find whoever it was and beat the shit out of them.
Stop thinking like that, she don't need you to do that and you shouldn't feel that way about her. She don't like you and she never will. So get it out of your mind. Heck, she's probably using you for free car service.
"Thanks Daryl, for stopping by the road." She spoke up.
"Anybody would have done it." I dismissed her, it wasn't anything special.
"Not many these days." She mumbled, "So really thank you."
I shrugged, "Whatever." I glanced quickly between her and the road.
"I'm sorry, by the way, about not talking to you this past week. I've had a lot on my mind because of drama with the big bro."
I nodded at that simply, but inside I was happy that she wasn't just avoiding me. Then again, she could be just making an excuse.
"How have you been doing?" She asked.
I shrugged again, "Nothing. Wake up, go to work, come home; that's my everyday life."
She nodded, "Sounds like fun." It was really quiet until we reached the shop. Joe, Bobby, and Sam gave me the strangest looks when we pulled in and when she hopped out of my vehicle. I didn't mind the strange looks; I didn't like it when they started eyeing her.
"Hey." I tapped her shoulder, "Go wait in my office. I'll get you when I found what's wrong."
Robin nodded. I now noticed how soaked she was and that she was shivering. I reached in my truck and grabbed a long-sleeved plaid shirt that I rarely wore, "Here wear this. It-It'll keep ya warm." She smiled and put it on, "Thanks."
When she disappeared in my office, the guys quit what they were doing and walked over to me.
"Damn, boss." Bobby whistled while looking in the direction of my office.
"Got an ass on that one. You could bounce a dime off of it." Sam smirked.
"Why didn't you tell us you had that fine thing?" Joe asked.
"She ain't my girl." I growled, lifting the hood of her car. I hoped they would just leave it alone, but no luck.
"So she ain't your girl, you think she's taken?" Joe asked.
Sam scoffed, "No girl is going want your ugly mug. She needs a real man that can take care of her and her needs. Not some dumb fuck of a mechanic."
Bobby laughed, "And you can do that? You're just another dumb fuck of a mechanic with an even uglier mug."
I felt a stab of pain; it was like that was directed at me too, "Get your lazy asses back to work!" I ordered. The guys took off back to working. I tried not to think about what they said. Why the heck did I care? I didn't like her like that and I didn't care about what she thought about me for sure.
I searched angrily for the problem only to find out that it was the transmission. It ran out of fuel and lubrication a long time ago and just gave out. She should have went and got it checked out a long time ago but didn't. Surely her check engine light came on and told her. She probably didn't know shit about cars and just ignored it.
After I closed the hood, I went back into the office where she was waiting only to find Sam flirting with her. By the look on her face, she wasn't enjoying it, but still tried to be nice about it. She saw me walk in and gave me a look pleading for help.
"What the hell you doing in here, Sam?!" I asked making him jump, "Don't you have work to get to?"
"Sorry, Daryl." Sam ran out with his tail between his legs.
Robin gave me a smile, "Thanks about that."
"What he want?" I asked trying to sound like I really didn't care.
"He wanted me to go to some barbecue this weekend." She answered spinning slightly in my chair.
"Oh." I nodded. Maybe you should ask her to go with you...
"Yea, so you going to it?" She asked.
"Nah, I'll probably just stay at home." I shrugged.
"Oh, I would have went if I thought you were going." She said quietly.
"Um..." Was she suggesting? "Well I figured out your problem?" Her head jerked up; her eyebrows narrowed.
"It's your transmission." I answered. Immediately the tension left her face, what was she freaking out about?
"What, my check engine light never came on! If I'd known I would have had it fixed." She covered her face with her hands, "Then again, Jeff might have broken the light, he always liked pretending he was a mechanic. He always told me that he looked after the car."
"Who's Jeff?" I asked acting aloof. I didn't want her to know how much I craved the information.
"He was my ex." She answered sourly, "Well I'll have to think of someway to get to work. Wow, just when I think my luck can't get worse. First my brother kicks me out then I lose my car."
I couldn't help but laugh aloud, "Your luck does suck."
She looked up with a glare that quickly turned into a smirk, "I know right."
I leaned against the doorway, "So what you going to do about it?"
She shrugged, "I don't know but I'll figure it out. I might have to stay at the homeless shelter or half way homes and walk to work until I can think of something better." She acted like being homeless wasn't a big deal to her. It made me wonder if she ever had to be homeless before.
I let out a sigh, "I know a place, I can help get you a car."
She let out a laugh, "I can't afford a car."
"Don't worry about it ok. We can work out a deal." I said.
"A deal? Like a payment plan?" She questioned.
"Ah..yea, sure." I had an idea, but if Merle found out he'd beat my ass.
Robin's POV
"Do we have to stop here first?" Daryl complained.
"Yes, I have to make sure, it's ok with Blair first. He is the manager under Mickey." I explained again.
He sighed, "Alright." He got out of the truck with me.
I looked back to him in shock, "Are you going in too?"
"Yea, I want to make sure you don't take forever talking." He grunted.
I rolled my eyes and went inside, Blair was still leaning against the counter, but he looked in a better mood than when I arrived the first time.
"Hey, what happened?" He stood up straight when he saw me. He also checked Daryl out. Poor Daryl was blushing so bad from being in here to notice he was being admired. The way he looked at most of the products was like they were torture devices.
"Some chicks got revenge on Jacob for being a two-timing jerk. Or should I say three-timing." I explained, "But he's fine. He kicked me out, but everything's fine."
"Asshole! Why'd he kick you out?" Blair scowled.
"I may or may not have taken a picture of him while he was tied down." I smiled wickedly.
I heard Daryl chuckle behind me. Blair threw back his head and laughed, "My dear lark, you are the goddess of discord."
"Me?" I pointed at my self and said in a squeaky innocent voice, "Never!"
That only made Blair laugh harder, "You are so lovely when you're being evil. Be still my beating heart." He looked around me, "So who's this?"
I could see the glint in Blair's eyes. It wasn't his normal type, he liked goth guys and surfer guys-strange I know, but who in the right mind to say no to that sexy beast.
"This is Daryl." I introduced. Blair gave him a charming smile whereas Daryl gave him a stiff nod. I noticed right away how tense he was, the look he was giving Blair was down right hateful. Blair didn't seem to notice.
"So Blair, on the way here, my car died."
"If I didn't know any better, I think the Fates hate you." Blair smirked.
"The feeling is mutual." I rolled my eyes, "Well Daryl knows a guy that can help me out, but I have to go see him today, so..." I left off. I hated asking Blair, I don't like asking favors like this. I still felt weird about Daryl helping me get a new car.
"Say no more, my love. I've got it covered." Blair winked, "And you can just stay at my place."
I deadpanned, I wasn't expecting that, "No, Blair. I can't ask you of that."
Blair brushed me off with a hand, "You're not asking me. I'm telling you. Morgan's moving out to be with her girlfriend so space isn't an issue."
I smiled, I honestly felt like crying now, "You'll really let me move in?"
Blair reached over grabbing my hand, "Robin...?"
"Yes?"
"Will you honor me into being my roommate?" He asked so seriously.
I wanted to laugh but I nodded, "Oh yes." I pretended to be crying hysterically.
"It looks like the Fates might like you after all." Blair said.
"I guess they might. That means I owe them one heck of an apology."
I heard Daryl clear his throat, "That's nice and all, but do ya want the damn car?" His voice was gruff and strained.
"I'm coming." I sighed, "See you tonight, Blair." I winked suggestively.
He winked back, "I'll be waiting with bated breath."
I blushed playfully, "Oh my!"
"Hurry the fuck up or I'm leaving you!" Daryl snapped, he was already heading out the store.
I waved goodbye to Blair and hurried after Daryl. I managed to hop into the car as Daryl started his truck. I don't know if he'd actually leave me, but I didn't want to chance it.
The whole ride was awkward and silent. Daryl gripped the steering wheel hard and his jaw was clenched the entire time. He sped and turned sharply making me smack my head against the window. I didn't say anything about it, I didn't want him to explode. Finally we moved into a poorly graveled road next to a double wide trailer surrounding my cars and car parts.
"Wait right here." Daryl ordered tersely. He took a zip-lock bag filled with medicine bottles out of his glove compartment.
"OK." I nodded confused. What was the bottles of pills?
Daryl got out of the car and went to the door of the trailer and knocked. A second later, it opened by a middle-aged man. They talked and Daryl handed him the bag of pills. The man nodded and they shook hands. Daryl looked over to me and waved for me to come over.
I ran over to the steps, "Hello." I put on my sweet polite voice.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Robin." I shook hands with the man.
"This is David, he takes old busted cars and fixes them up then sales them." Daryl explained.
"So you're going to sale me a car?" I asked politely.
"Yes, ma'am." He nodded with a grin.
"How much?" I asked.
"Daryl already paid for it." David said satisfied.
I looked down at the hand clutching the bag of pills, "That's it?"
David nodded, "That's it. You can have the pick of any of the cars on the right. The ones on the left still need work on them."
I looked over to the right, they were over a dozen cars to choose from, but I couldn't really feel excited. I didn't like to be just handed something as big as a car. I felt like there had to be a catch somewhere. Also this was too much good luck happening to me in one day, I was waiting for something bad to happen.
"Um...ok." I said extremely confused. I walked away from the porch to the rows of vehicles. I could hear Daryl walking behind me.
"Whatcha thinking about getting?" He asked.
"I don't know. I can't really think about getting a car right now, I'm shell-shocked." I mumbled.
"What they hell does that mean?" He sounded very offended.
"I mean, good stuff like this doesn't happen to me. I'm not used to be giving stuff, I'm used to working my ass off. I'm waiting for the bad luck." I explained, "And I'm trying not to seem so happy about it, in case the Fates really do hate me."
"What are you talking about? What's the 'fates'?" He asked annoyed.
I smiled at his frustration, it was actually really cute, "The Fates are three goddesses in Greek Mythology. They were in charge of making people's destinies and cutting the thread of life. When they cut your thread, you die. Well the Fates loved making people's life hell. So I like to assume they hate me."
Daryl stared at me again with that same 'you're really stupid' look, "Do you question everything?"
"No, not everything. Just almost everything. Especially good luck and I'm also very inquisitive by nature." I said, "Why don't you?"
He shrugged then changed the subject, "If you're going to pick a car here, I'd go with that grey 2006 Chevy Impala. It will get good gas mileage" Daryl opened the door, "It only has 27, 000 miles on it."
"So this would be the smart buy?" I asked leaning on it next to Daryl.
"Let me check under the hood." After checking, he gave me a nod, "Get this one."
"Okie Dokie." I smiled at my new baby. If only it was a black '67 Impala, my dream car. I was starting to feel a little better about the trade, though I was curious about the bottles. Of course they were drugs, but was Daryl a drug dealer? I looked up to Daryl being handed the keys. He didn't seem like a shady drug dealer. I shouldn't question it. Maybe the Fates are deciding they like me now.
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